Like All Other Law-abiding Americans, I Fully

Those Original, Black, Spirited, Defiant, Rebellious Musical Masters. Chuck Berry Was One Of The First Masters Of Les Paul's New Electric Guitar; He Pretty Much Laid Down The Gauntlet, And I Don't Think Anybody's Ever Beat Him Since. Way Before The British Invasion, I Was Tuned Into The Black Guys That Created The British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry And The Motown Hits, There Would Be No Beatles.

Only Criminals And Bloodsuckers Reward Bad Behavior.

All My Songs Instinctively Erupted From My Guitar And Lyrical Visions Followed The Spirit Of The Music, Bot Image Wise And Rhythmical Cadence Wise. It Remains One Of Life's Greatest Joys To This Day.

If You Don't Have A Sense Of Humor, You'll Hurt Yourself Arguing With Me.

I Have Self-actualized. Pardon Me Whilst I Adjust My Glowing Halo.